TMFYI: I PROMISE she isn't a boy.

**I'm sure this will offend someone, so if you are uncomfortable with poop jokes, do not read any further.**

I'm going to start out with this:

I just want you to remember the girly sweet face that came up with this story.  Because if I wrote this without pronouns and you didn't know Jayna was a girl, you'd swear it was a conversation I had with a 6-year-old boy.  NOT a sweet little 3-year-old non-ballerina.

And on a sidenote, I WILL blog about the ballet.  Her last class is next Monday, so expect to hear about it after that.

Last night at the end of bathtime, I let out the water and Jayna was dillydallying in the tub.  I reminded her SEVERAL times that the water was going down the drain and she'd soon just be sitting in an empty tub.  She just...wouldn't get out. 

This was the conversation that ensued when I started to lose my patience:

Me:  JAYNA.  It is TIME to get OUT of the tub.  Come on.  It's bedtime.
(she then leaned back on her elbows in the empty tub, pulled her legs up by her ears as FAR as they'd go and began to inspect her...ummmm....area.)
Jayna:  Mommy...what do you think my poopoos are doing down there?
Me: ................(stunned silence)...................
Jayna:  They're prob'ly just stinkin' and playin'.  I think they wanna go outside in a minute.

I then had to leave the room to lose my mind.  I laughed so hard I almost peed myself.  I told Chris and he said, "Well, maybe that means she has to poop."

I got her out of the tub, dried her off and we did bedtime routine:  jammies, hair combed, book.  We went back to the bathroom to brush her teeth and go potty.  She got up on her stool to brush her teeth and I asked her if she had to poop. 

Jayna:  No, mommy.
Chris:  I thought your poopoos wanted to go outside to play?
Jayna:  They're out there now, daddy.  Oh...they're comin' back in.  Come on poopoos. (as she motioned to her butt for them to "get back in.")
Chris and I: (laughing hysterically...I even had to leave the room)
Jayna:  There.  Now they're back in there stinkin' and playin'.

Now...scroll back up to that picture. 

That sweet little girl came up with that.  And she was as serious as could be about it.  I'm not sure how she kept a straight face through it all, but she did.

I think I'm screwed.  And at this rate, I won't need a little boy around to learn all about the gross stuff.  Jayna's got that covered just fine.